Threshing The Wheat From The Chaff


| July/August 1972



21-75 HP Baker, 28-46 inch Rumely'

This picture was taken by Edward Rysz on the Donald E. Schwenk farm in La-Porte County, Indiana. The engine is a 21-75 HP Baker. The separator is a 28-46 inch Rumely owned by Mr. Schwenk who still threshes his grain the old-fashioned way. Courtesy of W. P

W. Place

The other day I told my wife I needed a good book to read over the weekend. I had just finished reading THE HOUND OF THE BASKER-VILLES, and commented that it would be hard to find another story as interesting.

'I have a book in the school library that I guarantee you can't lay it aside until you've read it all,' she replied. 'The city Carnegie Library culls out old books that aren't being read frequently, and I bought this one for a dime.'

So I've been reading 'LONE COW-BOY-MY LIFE STORY', by Will James. It's a handsome old book, the kind you like to feel between your hands, and is most handsomely illustrated throughout by the author's paintings and sketchings of western cowboys and their horses in action.

I should say, 'We've been reading it together,' since, although my wife has read it years ago, she has demanded that I also read it aloud to her as it never gets old.

LONE COWBOY is the story of Will James's life on the western range. His mother died when he was one year of age, his father when he was only four. But a friend of his father's, Jean Beaupre, a hardy French-Canadian trapper, took the little boy under his wing to raise. The boy called him 'Bopy' for short, and grew to respect him as a sort of sagely god-father which in every respect he was.

Living here and there amongst the cowboys on the western range, the little fellow soon learned to love both the great horses and the men who rode them in rounding up the wild steers for shipment to the nation's markets. One day the lad received a tiny leather saddle. It was the happiest day of his life. And the saddle fitted perfectly onto the back of a small pony the ranch boss had given little Billyalmost as if it had been planned (and it was). The boy's whole life centered around his love for that little pony and saddleand the shiny new cowboy boots with the brass spurs that came later. From then on the little fellow was right in the thick of things with the big cowboys, watching them rope and brand the steers and calves, listening to their lingo, and taking on their ways.